Fall is Knocking

There is a knock at the back door...Fall is creeping in and I am loathe to answer. As a general rule I don't mind fall. In fact, I am usually grateful for it because of the blistering temps that usually reign around here. And here in the midwest, we can usually expect them last even into September. But it is still August and amazingly we had a cool/cold front move through bringing cool mornings and superbly mild days. A huge change from the triple digits the week before.

I know that Autumn heralds the start of school as well as the coming arrival of the holidays but I have a hard time letting go of summer. I love the painted toes peeking out of sassy sandals, the soft and flowing sundresses, the gorgeous colors of flowers, the smell of cut grass, the deep blue sky and the fluffy white clouds. And there is nothing like colors of a rainbow after a warm summer rain.

So right now, I can look behind me and see the trail that my heels are leaving as they are being drug into the next season. I honestly enjoy Fall...the cooler temps, the feel of crunchy leaves under foot, the smell of those first fireplace fires rising from the chimneys, pulling out the cozy sweaters, comfy jeans and sexy boots BUT I seriously dread winter.

There is nothing about winter that appeals to me. The beautiful colors of the other three season is gone. The trees and grass are barren and dead. The sky, when the sun actually does shine, is a very pale almost non-existent blue. The biting and painfully cold temperatures make me want to hibernate. Plus, I HATE to wear a coat and buckling a bundled-up child into a carseat is a feat that only the well-trained should even attempt.

But thankfully everything changes and that after we endure another bleak winter...spring and summer will be right around the corner once again to renew our faith and refresh our souls. Until then, I just will meet the wind head on and stand strong.